Door to door salesmen are worse, in my opinion, than telemarketers or Jehovah Witnesses. You can hang up on a telemarketer, and the JWs will leave politely if you don't want to talk to them . . . but some salesmen will pound on the door and ring the bell for fifteen minutes . . . then come back the next day and do it again. I love it when you're walking out to your car and they charge you . . . I nearly shot some asshole for popping up from my blindside in my driveway while I was getting out of my car . . . fuckin' jerkoff wanted to sell me "a magazine subscription" . . . after dark . . . from a minivan packed with dirtbags that had out of state plates. That was even worse than the door-to-door panhandling crackheads wanting to "do chores" so they could "buy medicine for a sick child." I wish I had dogs I could feed these people to. I need a tall fence or something. The scarecrow full of arrows isn't working.